novelraw Chapter 80 76: Threads in the Forest
Chapter 80 76: Threads in the Forest
The deeper regions of Greenwood Forest were quiet in a way that felt unnatural.
Not silent.
Just… restrained.
The wind moved through the canopy in slow waves, rustling thousands of leaves like whispers spreading across the ancient forest. Shafts of sunlight pierced the green ceiling above, illuminating drifting particles of pollen and mana dust.
High above the ground—
John glided silently between the treetops.
His wings moved only occasionally, massive black membranes cutting through the air with quiet efficiency. Most of the time he simply rode the currents of mana that flowed through the forest.
Golden eyes scanned everything.
Nothing escaped his notice.
Not the small animals hiding beneath roots.
Not the distant monsters lurking deep in shadow.
And certainly not the faint disturbances in the forest's natural mana flow.
John slowed slightly.
"…There."
Far below him, nearly hidden beneath thick foliage, a subtle ripple passed through the ambient mana.
Someone had moved there recently.
Carefully.
Professionally.
Marcus' voice drifted up from the forest floor.
"You see something?"
John circled once before descending slightly.
"…Tracks."
Marcus and Elena pushed through a cluster of ferns, stepping into a small clearing beneath John's shadow.
Marcus wiped sweat from his brow.
"I see dirt and plants."
Elena knelt near the ground, eyes narrowing as she studied the soil.
"…He's right."
Marcus blinked.
"What?"
She pointed to a patch of flattened moss.
"Pressure marks. Someone stepped here recently."
Marcus scratched his head.
"That could be anyone."
John landed silently nearby, his massive form folding smoothly onto the forest floor.
"…Not anyone."
His golden eyes glowed faintly as he examined the area.
"Six people."
Marcus blinked again.
"…Six?"
John nodded slightly.
"Formation movement. Two scouts. Two midline fighters. One mage."
Elena glanced around.
"And the sixth?"
John's gaze shifted toward the darker parts of the forest.
"…Leader."
Marcus exhaled slowly.
"That Broken Crown group again?"
"Most likely."
The forest grew quiet around them.
Not natural quiet.
The kind of quiet that happens when predators are nearby.
---
Marcus stretched his shoulders.
"Well… what's the plan?"
John didn't answer immediately.
Instead he closed his eyes for a brief moment.
Marcus and Elena exchanged a glance.
They had seen this before.
John wasn't sleeping.
He was looking at something only he could see.
Inside his mind—
The familiar translucent panel appeared.
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**STATUS**
Name: John
Race: Black Dragon (Ancient Bloodline)
Evolution Tier: **Tier 9 — High Phase**
Strength: 9,480
Agility: 8,920
Mana Capacity: 10,150
Endurance: 9,700
Perception: 9,310
Abilities:
• Abyssal Flame
• Sovereign Scales
• Void Sense
• Predator's Instinct
• Mana Domain (Limited)
Evolution Progress:
**Tier 10 Requirement:**
— ???
Progress: **63%**
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John stared at the number for a moment.
63%.
Closer than before.
But still frustratingly incomplete.
Tier 9 had expanded his senses far beyond what most creatures could comprehend. He could read mana flows like rivers in the air.
But Tier 10…
Tier 10 was something else entirely.
The system had shown him glimpses of it.
The descriptions alone hinted at something monstrous.
Reality-affecting.
World-shifting.
But the requirement remained partially hidden.
Which meant the system expected something specific.
Something he hadn't done yet.
John opened his eyes again.
Marcus noticed immediately.
"Well?"
John stood slowly.
"…They're watching us."
Marcus stiffened.
"…Right now?"
"Yes."
Elena's hand moved to the hilt of her sword.
"Where?"
John's gaze moved toward the western treeline.
"…Three hundred meters."
Marcus groaned.
"I hate it when you say things like that."
---
Far away—
Hidden behind dense branches—
A man lowered the enchanted viewing lens he had been using.
"…The dragon noticed."
The speaker was tall and lean, wearing dark armor etched with faint magical runes.
Silver hair fell loosely over his shoulders.
His name was **Cassian Vale**.
An elite operative of the Broken Crown.
Behind him, five other figures crouched among the trees.
One of them spoke quietly.
"That's impossible. We masked our mana signatures."
Cassian smiled faintly.
"Impossible for most creatures."
His silver eyes gleamed.
"But not for a Tier 9 dragon."
One of the mages frowned.
"…Should we retreat?"
Cassian shook his head.
"No."
"Why not?"
Cassian raised the viewing lens again.
Far in the distance, John's golden eyes seemed to look directly toward their position.
Cassian smiled wider.
"…Because I've been wanting to meet him."
---
Back in the clearing—
Marcus cracked his knuckles.
"So… we're doing this again?"
John tilted his head slightly.
"…Possibly."
Elena frowned.
"You don't sound concerned."
John chuckled quietly.
"I'm not."
Marcus sighed.
"You're starting to worry me again."
John glanced toward the trees.
"They're stronger than the last group."
Elena's grip tightened on her sword.
"How strong?"
John's eyes narrowed slightly.
"…Interesting."
Marcus groaned.
"That's never good."
John's wings shifted slightly.
"The leader is different."
Elena asked quietly,
"Different how?"
John's golden eyes glowed faintly.
"…Calm."
Marcus blinked.
"Calm?"
"Yes."
"Most people who come hunting dragons are not calm."
Marcus scratched his head.
"…Okay that's fair."
---
The forest shifted again.
Leaves rustled.
Branches creaked.
Then—
A man stepped calmly into the clearing.
He wore dark armor with silver runes and carried a long spear strapped across his back.
Silver hair moved slightly in the breeze.
Cassian Vale.
Marcus immediately stepped forward.
"Well that's convenient."
Cassian smiled politely.
"I thought it would be rude to keep watching without introducing myself."
John watched him carefully.
"…You're the leader."
Cassian nodded.
"I am."
Elena studied him cautiously.
"You're not afraid."
Cassian shrugged.
"Fear is inefficient."
Marcus muttered,
"That's a new one."
Cassian's gaze shifted toward John.
"I've read the reports."
John tilted his head.
"Oh?"
"Yes."
"Black dragon."
"Tier 9 evolution."
"Extremely dangerous."
Marcus whispered to Elena.
"Well at least they did their homework."
Cassian continued calmly.
"You defeated three hunter parties."
"You destroyed a fortress."
"And you disrupted two of our operations."
John's eyes gleamed slightly.
"Busy week."
Cassian chuckled.
"Yes."
"Very busy."
Then he studied John more carefully.
"But the reports were wrong about one thing."
Marcus raised an eyebrow.
"Oh?"
Cassian said quietly,
"They described you as reckless."
John smiled.
"…And?"
Cassian's silver eyes gleamed.
"You're not reckless."
"You're calculating."
John seemed pleased.
"Good observation."
Marcus muttered,
"I liked reckless better."
---
The forest air felt heavier now.
Mana currents moved subtly around John.
Cassian noticed immediately.
"…Interesting."
John tilted his head again.
"What is?"
Cassian tapped the ground lightly with his boot.
"The mana around you."
"It bends."
Marcus looked confused.
"It does?"
Elena nodded slowly.
"…Yes."
Cassian smiled faintly.
"You're already close, aren't you?"
John didn't answer.
But his golden eyes glinted.
Cassian's smile widened.
"I thought so."
Marcus whispered urgently.
"What is he talking about?"
Elena shook her head.
"I'm not sure."
Cassian took a slow step forward.
"Tier 9 dragons are powerful."
"But Tier 10…"
His eyes gleamed.
"…That's when things become dangerous for entire kingdoms."
Marcus looked between them.
"…Wait."
"…What?"
John chuckled softly.
Cassian continued calmly.
"I was curious."
"Would you reach Tier 10 first?"
"Or would we kill you before that happens?"
Marcus groaned loudly.
"Oh great."
"Here we go again."
---
John slowly spread his wings.
The clearing darkened slightly under his massive shadow.
His golden eyes locked onto Cassian.
"…You're confident."
Cassian nodded.
"Yes."
"Because I came prepared."
Behind him—
Five figures stepped from the forest.
Elite Broken Crown agents.
Marcus sighed.
"…Of course there's more."
Elena whispered,
"They're strong."
John nodded slightly.
"Yes."
Cassian rested his hand on the spear at his back.
"Consider this a test."
John tilted his head.
"For who?"
Cassian smiled.
"…Both of us."
For a moment—
No one moved.
The forest seemed to freeze.
Birds stopped singing.
Wind stopped blowing.
Mana gathered quietly in the air.
Marcus took a deep breath.
"…I hate tests."
John's voice rumbled calmly.
"…Good."
Marcus blinked.
"…Why?"
John's golden eyes glowed brighter.
"Because I was getting bored."
And for the first time—
Cassian Vale laughed.
"Oh."
"This is going to be fun."
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